The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Over there, Lu Tingshen sat alone on a stone in the courtyard, dangling his legs boredly, but with a pair of big light brown eyes staring at the direction An Minghui and the others left with a fiery smile.

"An Minghui...Ming, Hui...Second year of junior high school...has a bad face...born with aphasia..." He muttered these seemingly unrelated words in a low voice, but the smile on Lu Tingshen's face gradually deepened Yes, as if he had discovered some interesting treasure, "It's really a great secret. It seems that Prime Minister An is not a law-abiding courtier."

When the two people finally finished their conversation and walked towards this side, Lu Tingshen put away his interested eyes kindly, smiled innocently and ran over to hug An Minghui's waist: "Brother An, what do you want?" What are you going to play with me?"

"Whatever you want to play, I can accompany you."

"Really? Then let me think about it first..." Lu Ting was silent for a long while with a thoughtful look, while An Minghui waited patiently, without showing any impatient expression. After a long time, he couldn't help but get a little distracted, so At this moment, he suddenly said, "An Minghui."

An endlessly called the exit, An Minghui who was standing in front of him and the "Second Year of Junior" next to him subconsciously looked over at the same time. This kind of reaction made Lu Ting feel a little bit interesting, but it was just thinking in his heart. On the surface, he continued without leaking: "I know that the names of many children who are loved by the family have special meanings, so I want to know why Brother An is called this name."

"It means peace in Minghui." An Minghui answered this question with a smile, "Minghui means light and dark, yin and yang. My parents took this name back then because they hoped that no matter when and where I was, , can be calm and calm, neither arrogant nor impetuous."

Putting the name on the tip of his tongue and saying it silently several times, Lu Tingshen nodded with a smile: "Then brother An should be the most worthy of this name in the world."

"It's absurdly praised by the court, but I am ashamed of such a title. After all, although I am destined to become an official, I don't really have this ambition." After speaking, An Minghui took a look and stood behind him The elder brother, with a smile, continued to finish the rest of the sentence, "A big man has ambitions everywhere, and traveling around the world with his sword is the life I yearn for."

Having been exposed by his twin brother, Brother An immediately felt a little uncomfortable. While he was glad that the mask on his face could still cover him, he couldn't help poking his own at an angle that the Seventh Prince couldn't see. The waist of the younger brother expressed dissatisfaction.

The An Minghui in front of him is indeed the person Lu Tingshen has ever seen who can bear those few words. Before that, he really could not have imagined that in this court of intrigues and in the court, he could actually be really happy. Will there be such a beautiful person?

It is difficult to hide the temperament of a person, but this fake An Minghui can make people feel a gentle and soft breath just by standing there quietly, making people want to relax and be close to trust this person.

Compared with the previous Mr. An, the one in front of him is much more mature and stable. It's a pity that this person's ability to disguise is not as good as it is.

While casually chatting with An Minghui, Lu Tingshen raised his eyes to look intently at those dark pupils, and occasionally glanced at the "Second Year of Junior" standing quietly aside.He carefully hid the sharp greed in his eyes so as not to disturb the two brothers An who had switched identities in front of him.

Lu Tingshen really loves those black pupils, those dark and agile eyes always remind him of the little flower dog he fed in the yard when he was a child.At that time, he liked the little guy quite a lot, but unfortunately he was beaten to death by the eunuch who cleaned the yard. Although he also tricked the eunuch to end up being beaten to death by the same way, but he killed a stupid The servants have nothing to be happy about.

——I’m so sorry, actually, whether it’s the throne or a living person, what I want must belong to me in the end.

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Message from the developer: It’s unbelievable. After reading such a script, you can still treat those two people calmly?You have to know that I haven't changed the script at all this time.

An Minghui originally thought that the developer didn't intend to show up, but unexpectedly, the other party couldn't hold back after only a few months.

He sat at the table and looked at the dialogue panel that appeared in front of him, recalled the future development of the world according to the other party's meaning, and finally just smiled peacefully: "I know, but I don't think those will really become Reality."

"I am pleased with him precisely because after such a long time, no matter how he looks or what his heart is, he has never really disobeyed my wishes. Even though I have never taken the initiative to provoke ambiguity, let alone amaze the world Capital, he will still stand by my side again and again."

Message from the developer: I have never endorsed your guesses about the protagonist's identity.

An Minghui smiled calmly and said, "Then let me pretend that I am being passionate."

In the plot he saw, Lu Tingshen will ascend the throne in the future, and his elder brother will serve as the Minister of the Household Department, but the original host has tried his best to let the emperor know of his existence after murdering his elder brother, and then make the other party Take the initiative to pave the way for the original owner, and treat the original owner as a substitute when his brother is away to seek comfort.At the end of the story, of course, the elder brother returned to the court and exposed the plot of the original owner, so that the original owner was given poisonous wine by the emperor and died of hatred.

When he first saw this, An Minghui felt a little dumbfounded, and really didn't think such absurd thing would really happen.

Developer's note: And you're being too modest, which can be annoying sometimes.Don't you really feel like an unattractive being?

"I'm not good at creating romance and passion. If people around me don't think I'm boring, that's enough to make me feel relieved."

Message from the developer: So you know what your ending is, but you still accept the protagonist's love again and again, don't you think it's a bit cruel?

Mentioning this, An Minghui also felt helpless, but his reply was still calm and clear-spirited: "I am not qualified to make decisions on behalf of others, but in my opinion, if you blindly reject other people's wishes because you are destined to die , except that it looks high-spirited on the surface, it is not necessarily more considerate than acceptance."

Before the developer could reply, the exchange was interrupted by a knock on the door.

He got up to open the door, and sure enough, he saw his elder brother standing outside the door. If there was anything special about him, it was probably the other's gloomy face and the pot of...grass in his hand?

It may be a bit arbitrary to say this, but the wilting pot of plants really doesn't look like it can bloom.

An Minghui cast a puzzled look at his elder brother who walked into the room through the mask.

He asked in sign language: Today is my brother's birthday, why are you so unhappy?

"It's okay, I checked before I came in, and there is no one around." While putting the pot of grass on the table, Brother An said while taking out a scroll from his arms, "It's not just me, today is also the second year of junior high school. Birthday, last time you said you liked Mr. Lin's paintings, so I went to ask Mr. Lin for a painting."

Unfolding the scroll, the painting depicts a scene of a peach grove, every detail is lifelike, which shows the superb skill of the painter.

An Minghui was a little surprised, the relationship between the original owner and his elder brother had actually been in a state of not being far or close, he really did not expect to receive a birthday gift from the other party.

"Thank you, I like this painting very much." Looking up at his elder brother's eyes that implied expectation and nervousness, An Minghui couldn't help but smile, and then took out a folding fan from his arms, and handed it to the person who was taken out from the folding fan. The elder brother who has been staring at it since he raised his eyes said, "Elder brother is not short of anything, so I can only make a fool of myself. I drew a fan myself as a gift, and it is just a little kindness. I hope elder brother will not dislike it."

"Of course I won't dislike it!" He couldn't wait to take the folding fan, and his elder brother didn't even bother to open it to take a look, so he put it in his arms carefully, smiling brightly, and couldn't tell that he just entered the door. Still annoyed, and even a little bit rejoicing as if he was alive after a catastrophe, he whispered, "I thought you wouldn't give me a gift, just like before."

According to the relationship between the original owner and his elder brother, it is naturally impossible to exchange gifts, but An Minghui naturally cannot tell the truth: "There is always a first time in everything. Didn't elder brother give me gifts before?"

"That said... But you have really changed a lot during the second year of junior high school. You didn't want to talk with me before, so I always feel that you don't like me."

"Hehe..." Hearing the slight grievance in these words, An Minghui couldn't help laughing, and didn't point out that brother An's own sense of the original owner was mediocre at that time, so he only asked with a smile, "Then brother, does he like it?" Am I like this now, or am I like this before?”

"Of course it is now." With a smile on his face, he stretched out his arms to hug An Minghui's waist, and Brother An said seriously, "Happy birthday, my little brother."

"Happy birthday, brother."

"I won't let you wear this mask for the rest of your life, and I will do my best to compensate you, so you are not allowed to go back to the way you were before, talk to me, smile at me, and talk to me when you have things. explain."

"Okay." Responding to those childish requests, An Minghui asked with a smile, "Then brother, can you tell me what kind of anger you got when you first walked in?"

Mentioning this, Brother An's face became sullen again: "It's not that annoying man, I just met him when I came to look for you from the Imperial Academy after morning class, and he gave me this pot of grass as a birthday present , I hated him when I saw him, and I asked the servants to take this grass and throw it away later."

"Your Highness the Seventh Prince also has good intentions, so why do you need to get angry?" An Minghui didn't quite understand why his elder brother hated the Seventh Prince so much, but it didn't prevent him from having sex with him habitually, "If elder brother doesn't like it, leave it to me." Come take care of it, it just so happens that there are some flowers and plants missing in my house."

Brother An still felt that there was no need to keep this kind of grass. After some persuasion, he reluctantly left the pot of grass here.

Perhaps the likes and dislikes of young people are just so unreasonable.

The author has something to say: The work diary of His Royal Highness Seven:

Twins really look so alike

However, this temperament is far from

This is a good handle, but it's better to let them go, and it's not bad to keep it for teasing on weekdays

The second day of junior high school... Hehe, this is not even worthy of having a name?

It's really pitiful

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